Horror Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Vampirella ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Breaking Vampirella Chapter 1 Trap It was a night with a full moon that shone so brightly that even if Vampirella did not have extra sensitive night vision, she could have seen the scenery passing below here clearly as she flew over the bright neon-lit cityscape. If someone on the streets below had but looked up, they would probably stand a high chance of seeing a shape fly across the sky, her large leathery bat like wings flapping strongly to keep her airborne and propelled forward. They might even be able to tell that it was a woman, slender and svelte in figure, long of limbs, clad in a red latex bikini, the top of which consisted of nothing more than two strips, each running down her torso, top barely covered her ripe breasts. These strips were joined at the lower ends to a red latex thong that left her firm buttocks open to view. The top ends came together at a silver clasp that held them to a white winged collar around her long neck. Vampirella banked to her right, and swooped down onto the roof of a dilapidated apartment block. As she landed, the leathery wings on her back began to shrink and become paler, until they were but stumps sticking out of the bare back of the woman. Quickly, these stumps disappeared too, leaving a normal back, with a sinuous spine snaking down from her neck, ending just above the start of the cleavage between her buttocks. As the beautiful vampiress stood up to her full height of six foot one inch – boosted another three inches by her thigh high high-heeled latex boots - her firm breasts juggled slightly, the movement restrained but not suppressed by the elastic latex material covering them. The outward angle at which the strips of latex dive down from the silver clasp at her throat left the large parts of her breasts exposed, the smooth skin of the domes glowing in the moonlight. The chill of the night had had an effect on her nipples, even if the cold did not discomfort her. They were extending and hardening, leaving an impression on the latex covering them. Like all vampires, Vampirella is a predatory animal. But unlike other vampires, she does not hunt humans, even though the blood that flowed through their veins is what she needed to sustain her. Instead, she hunted demons, vampires, monsters, and other unsavoury creatures of the night. The latter include those of a “human” kind (although Vampirella do not consider them strictly human): serial killers, rapists, mobsters, bullies and such dregs of humanity. Such a restricted field of prey, of course, has certain disadvantages, the main one of which is that the supply is much less plentiful, and sometimes Vampirella had to go hungry for the lack of prey. This was not always harmful. A little bit of hunger sharpened her senses – both natural and supernatural – as she hunted for her elusive prey. But big cities like this one never presented this problem. There was more than enough preys, both of the supernatural and human kind. Cities always seemed to attract degenerated creatures of the night.  As Vampirella walked over to the edge of the roof, her buttocks swayed and rocked behind her. She flipped over the edge and began to claw down the side of the building. She reached a sash window a few floors down, and slipped onto the ledge. The window was unlatched, which saved her the trouble of breaking in. She lifted the window and slipped into the apartment behind it. The room Vampirella found herself in was very dark. Almost immediately, a smell hit Vampirella - that of fresh blood. She tensed as her body responded to the smell. It did not help that she had not fed for a few days. Controlling her bloodlust, she looked about the room. Almost immediately, she saw a dark shape seated on a swivel chair, its back facing her. She straightened and walked cautiously up towards the shape, her high heels clicking on the bare floor. The shape belonged to a man. Vampirella turned the chair around so that the light streaming from the outside through the window would shine onto the man. He was a fat white man, with a face full of beard. His face was upturned, eyes open wide in horror and death agonies. A rag had been used to cleave gag him. His hands were bound behind him to the back of the chair. On his chest were two neat bullet holes. It was from here that the blood was flowing out. Touching the man’s body, she found that it was still warm. The man had been killed only a few moments ago. “I see that someone had beaten me to it.” Vampirella said quietly to the dead man, “Such a pity. I would have enjoyed killing you myself.” The man was a serial killer, with at least five victims. The police had arrested him, but he was released only that morning on a technicality due to a mistake made during a search of his apartment. When Vampirella saw the news reports, she swore she would pay the man a visit. But she had arrived too late. Someone had already avenged the victims. Vampirella turned and was about to leave when she stopped. She really was hungry. She had wanted to make the man’s death a slow and painful one as she sucked the blood from within him. He was still warm, and the blood still drinkable. Why should she not feed on his blood? She turned back and went up to him. Tilting his neck to one side, she leaned over, opened her jaws and sank her teeth into his neck, penetrating his jugular. The blood was still warm, and she suckled the warm nourishing fluid into her mouth. There was a slightly unfamiliar taste to it, but she did not mind. At last, satiated, she stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her thick sensuous lips stained a ruby red. She turned once again towards the open window. Something was wrong. Vampirella’s legs felt sluggish beneath her as took a step forward. The next step was even heavier. At the same time, the room started to wobble. The wobble slowly increased with each step she took towards the window. She realized that there was something wrong with the blood. It was tainted by something. She had felt something like this once, when she had accidentally fed on a heroin addict who had just shot up. The huge amount of heroin in his blood had almost immediately hit her. But that experience was nothing compared to this. The room was rocking crazily from side to side. Vampirella could hardly take another step. Her body felt so numb, so unresponsive. She tried to reach the window. She did not make it. As her body failed her and she collapsed into a sinuous pile on the floor, her hair spilling over her face. She tried to move her body, but she could not get it to move. She was imprisoned within her own body. Vampirella heard the door squeaked open behind her. A series of heavy footsteps followed, and a dark shadow came into her field of vision. She was turned over onto her back. She looked up into a man. He was wearing a mask over his head that exposed only his light blue eyes. The man nudged her with the toe of his shoe. She did not move. Satisfied, the man dropped the large grip bag he was carrying onto the ground. It fell onto the floor with a thud. The man took out a small torch from his pocket, and pulled back her right eyelid, and shone the torch into the eye, noting the lack of expression in it. He pulled back her stained lips to reveal her bloodied canine fangs. He moved a hand down to her right breast, and squeezed it hard. Inside, Vampirella felt the pain, but she remained completely motionless, her body unable to respond. The man parted her legs and inserted a finger and thumb under her thong. He traced the lips of her vulva and parted it. He then pinched her clitoris viciously. Again, Vampirella felt excruciating pain. And again, her body refused to do anything about it. Satisfied, the man leaned down next to her right ear and whispered, “In case you had not understood yet, I have put a drug into the body. When you drank his blood, you took in the drug. It is a muscle relaxant that confuses your nerve system and prevents you from moving your voluntary muscles. It’s designed to keep dangerous animals docile. Dangerous animals like yourself.” The man turned Vampirella’s head to one side so that she is looking at the grip bag where he had droped it. He opened it, and took out three coils of dark black rope, a large ball gag with a leather strap threaded through it, a large dildo that must be at least seven inches long, an anal plug that looked about five inches in length, and a small bottle of lubricants. If Vampirella’s eyes could move, they would have opened wide at the sight of the dildo and anal plugs. It was not their sizes that shocked her, or the obvious fact that they will be inserted into her whether she agreed to it or not. It was the intentions of the man that these objects symbolized. She knew that the man intends to reduce her to nothing more than a sex object.   The man picked up one coil of rope first, and uncoiled it. He pulled a section of the rope taut and showed it to her. He said, “ You may be drugged, but there’s no sense in taking risks. This rope is made from woven Kevlar fibre. It’ll hold a bull. Even if you are not drugged, I’ve some doubt whether you can break them.” The man lifted Vampirella up to a sitting position. He let her head fall forward to her chest, and brushed her hair away from her neck. He then pulled the two strips of the front of her costume aside to expose her breasts. He placed the center of the rope over her neck, crossed the ends of the rope in front of her body, between her breasts, snaking one end under her right breast, and the other end under her left breast. Pulling the ends back behind her body, he gathered the rope crossed the front of her chest. The lengths of rope under her breasts were lifted up by this motion, which pushed up her ripe breasts. This motion also chaffed the sensitive skin under her breasts. The man crossed the ends of the rope behind Vampirella’s back, before crossing them in front of her body, passing the ends under the lengths of the rope crossing in front of her breast. He pulled the ends of the around her arms to her back, crossing them yet again between her shoulder blades. At this point, he tied the rope off with a simple butterfly knot, binding her arms to her body. The crisscrossed lines in front of her chest also squeezed her breasts between the lines running through her cleavage and under her breasts, and the lines running above her breasts. There was still a lot of free rope left. He folded Vampirella’s arms up her back, crossing her wrists over her spine, just below the level of her shoulder blades. He used the free rope to bind her wrists together. When he released her arms, the natural tendency of her arms to unfold from their unnatural upward posture added tension to the rope as a hole, tightening the lines and squeezing Vampirella’s breasts even further. It was a most uncomfortable form of bondage. If Vampirella thought the rope binding her chest were bad, the worst was yet to come. The man turned her until her head and her knees were resting on the floor, with her butt raised into the air and her legs spread open. He slid a finger under the thong of her costume and slid it down until he reached her crotch. He pulled the latex material aside to reveal her vulva and her asshole. “I see you use bikini was regularly. Hmm... an air strip. Just the style I prefer.” The man noted, his voice obviously filled with pleasure as he stroked her pubic hair. He turned and picked up the anal plug with the bottle of lubricants. He showed the plug to Vampirella. It was conical in shape with a deep wide groove before a large base. “Let’s start with your ass hole first.” The man said, as he popped open the snap cover of the bottle of lubricant. He poured a generous amount of the thick liquid onto the tip of the anal plug. He placed the tip of the plug against her anus. Vampirella felt the coolness of the tip against her opening, but she could not move to get away from it as it began to probe into her. The man did it gently at first, pushing the tip in a little, then withdrawing it. He did it several times, each time pushing further and further in, opening her hole wider and wider. Then, with a quick push, he rammed the plug home into her hole. Her opening closed around the groove, holding the plug deep in her. The plug made her feel full in her rectum, but it was not uncomfortable ... yet. The man turned, and picked up the dildo. Again, he showed it to Vampirella. Unlike the anal plug which had a smooth surface, the dildo had grooves on its surface. The grooves twisted its way up from a broad flat base to a tip. The bottom of the dildo was a flat plate from which the shank of dildo rose like a tower. The shank’s thickness was constant for most of the way until it narrowed into a tip. The man applied lubricantly thickly over the whole of the shank, then aimed the tip at her vagina opening. Again, he probed gently at first, pushing the dildo in and out of her. Then, he moved faster and faster, manipulating the dildo at an increasing rate until her body seemed to be trembling from his assault. If Vampirella could, she would have screamed as the sensation of the grooved dildo moving up and down her vagina sent shock waves through her body. The thickness of the dildo was not something that she was accustomed to, it being thicker than the members of most men. It filled her more fully than anything had before, and it stretched the walls of her vagina. She felt almost as if the dildo would shred her vagina walls. It came as a relief when the man finally rammed the dildo fully home, even though with the thick dildo and the anal plug within her, she felt as if her nether region was at a bursting point.


The man took the second coil of rope, and uncoiled it. He wrapped the rope around her waist, and tied it off at the center of her abdomen, forming a loop around her waist. This left a long length of the rope dangling from the knot in front of her. He gathered the length, and pulled it between her legs to her back. He took a quick measurement, and knotted the rope using a simple overhand knots. The man parted Vampirella’s vagina lips with his fingers and pulled the rope up against her crotch, finding to his satisfaction that the knot rested neatly over her clitoris. He passed the rope over the base of the dildo and the anal plug. He tucked the end of the rope under the loop in the center of her back, and pulled the end, pulling the rope tight against her crotch, and at the same time pushing the dildo and anal plug deeper into her. He tied the free rope to the back of the loop around her waist. This still gave him quite a lot of rope left. Next, the man took from his bag, a rubber ball gag with a leather collar threaded through it. He pulled back her head by yanking back her hair. Her slack jaws opened easily. He forced the ball between her jaws, and pulled the collar back, buckling the collar tightly behind her head. Vampirella had been very effectively gagged. Even though Vampirella made no reaction whatsoever, she was burning inside, both from the chaffing of the rope against her most sensitive regions, and at this humiliating treatment at the hands of a man. She wished she could get up and tear the man apart, but the drug still held her captive in a useless body. The man turned Vampirella again, this time on to her right side. He took up the third coil of rope, uncoiled it, and one end twice around her thighs, just above her knees, binding her legs together. As her legs came together, the two offending objects inside her pushed their way even further into her, causing her even more unease. He tied the rope tightly around her thighs, pushing her knees together, and leaving a long free end. He pulled this end forward, folding her body upwards until her knees were pressed against her chest. He tucked her head down until her chin touched her knees. Then he pulled the rope over her neck, and pulled it taut, pushing her chin into her knee. He wrapped the rope once around her neck and legs, and tied the rope off tightly under her knees. Then he pushed her ankles up all the way until the heels of her shoes touched her buttocks. Using the free end of the rope tied around her waist and crotch, he tied her ankles together. He pulled the rope so tight, that her ankles were pressed tightly against her butt. The end result was a very severe ball tie. Vampirella was trussed up like a package awaiting delivery, which in a sense, she was. He turned her onto her knees, her twisted and bound arms on top, with her head tucked in, looking back at her knees. He walked out of the room, and returned, wheeling a gigantic aluminum trunk into the room. It was similar to the kind used for transporting props for movie sets. The man unlatched the two heavy bolts shutting the lid, and lifted the lid up. He then came over to his bound prisoner. Vampirella was lifted up off the ground using the ropes binding her breasts and waist. This caused the ropes to constrict around her, tightening their grip of her breasts and her crotch. She felt the burning of fire in those areas, and cursed in her mind at this treatment. She was placed into the trunk. She found that the trunk was lined with foam rubber, with two sets of thick rubber straps riveted to the bottom. Her captor buckled the straps over her, one over her shoulders – which also pinned her wrists into her back – and the other over her lower back – which also effectively pinned her legs to her body. It was added insurance. Then the lid of the trunk was closed, plunging the vampiress into total darkness. Somewhere next to her, a quiet motor started up, pumping air into the box, thus keeping the interior ventilated. Then, Vampirella felt the trunk being pushed. She knew that her journey into a terrible future had began.